An empty expanse
stretches before us
The festive season
is but a negative bank balance
The holidays are over
The rain clatters down
The snow covers all
in a blanket of gloom
The dead Christmas trees
line the sodden roadways
as we trudge back
to (blurgh) work
The year
is not even a week old
but reality has hit back
it's 2014 - does it matter?
But even if it's just old January
There's beauty around us
In the golden sunsets
of late afternoon
The buds holding promise
yet folded tight
The sheep growing heavy
quietly graze the fields
A long way yet to go
but you keep the faith
the light will return
as 2014 rolls along
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